Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

Following the offering of instructions, never had his eyes left her figure. He watched her form, her legs, and took mental notes on how she had moved. There had been hesitance shown prior to her pounce, which he’d been quick to point out after the fact. “Hesitated,” Hvit said, then frowned at her expression. “Jump, don’t think. Wich yu klin.” He stared at her afterwards, then looked back towards the stick.

As if to offer a demonstration, the boy crouched down and sprang forward, landing on the stick. There’d been hardly any pause between when he’d stopped speaking and when he’d lurched forward, his body moving with the simplest of commands. Back to Freyja was his gaze soon directed, a nod of his head encouraging her to try again.